Tuesday, February 4, 2020

#7 OG to Final Copy

Both the OG first book and the final first book are closer to semi-autobiographical novels, I think. It's the style of writing I was going for, that influenced it. But an editor I had gotten advice from insisted that the project was a memoir. I went with it. Not all dialogue is exact but when I first wrote the blueprint the memories and experiences were still very vivid in my mind. I wrote them down as accurately as possible, then expanded from there to get it right. And then when I think about it, it is indeed a memoir because the book is based around unique and bizarre experiences and when they actually occurred a lot more happened than what was mentioned in the book, of course. Characters, scenes, settings, adventures, mishaps, setbacks, they're all there and I tried my best to get them all right.

                 

The final first book"Fire on the Water"—has too much between the lines and even symbolism throughout to explain everything in a blog post. Nor would I explain it anyway. Each line counts and most have a much deeper meaning beneath the surface. These posts might have some meaning too. Have a conversation with me in real life and it'll have meaning. But the final first book, those were just my thoughts and perspectives and how I felt at the time throughout the year of 2017. I was 19, 20 years old. When your truths are told there's no way to tell how others will react. 

This is the last post in this blog for now. The posts in here are numbered but they're out of order. It's weird. You can't change the order of the posts on this website. But next blog will be more story-based so it won't matter. Adios.

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"The Outskirts - Short Stories Vol. 1" https://andrewtherriaultshorts.blogspot.com/
"The Outskirts - Short Stories Vol. 2" https://andrewtherriaultshorts2.blogspot.com/

#6 The Ocean and the Sky

Destiny is an interesting topic, hard to figure out. I used to be fascinated, interested by what my destiny might be. Still am. It's like I've been to the bottom of trenches in an ocean's abyss and to high and bright places past the sky's limit. Like, yet unlike most others. It's one of life's many beauties, the highs and lows.

                                

I started writing the OG first book shortly after I turned 21 because I was lost, things could've been better. The ordeal was critical and recovery was long. I had to get closure on it before it'd get the best of me. Fuck! I'm glad I embarked down that road and saw the project all the way through and finished it and held a copy of the book in my hand less than a year after starting it. But then I later realized the whole enterprise needed to be redone. It was like the blueprint for the final first book which is now in print. Much of it was recycled, and most of it was rewritten. All of it is more or less the same story.

Anyway, seeing a project all the way through, it's great. Especially a daunting one like writing a good book. You learn a lot about yourself—your guts, balls, patience, loyalty, dedication, strengths, weaknesses, et cetera—when having to sit down and speak your thoughts and perspectives and experiences into a machine. You learn to make sacrifices and you learn to resist temptation. It was the perfect project and my heart was in it from beginning to end. Your boy went from a boy to a bull during that time, a sort of transformational period of time. Oh, how the time slipped away. A great time at that. Changed a few perspectives and left something behind. A mark of some sort, in any case. 

And now that we're living in a technological age these posts are in a way a mark too. But I'm not expecting anyone to read these. I think I've said that before. I'll probably write a whole books-worth of blog posts and then go from there. Or maybe I'll stop after this. Blog posts, not writing. I like to write too much. It's one of the few activities you can do from cradle to grave. And you might even get better, riper, as the years go on. But like I've said before, right now these blogs and posts are to lower the negative link. Gotta fill up this space somehow, you know. 

Back to the OG first book. I went overboard and it was exaggerated in many parts. It was too much, unapologetic and unfiltered. So out of print she went. But I learned a lot from getting it wrong. Then came the new and improved first book and it's as good as it's going to get. There's a lot to say about it, much beneath the surface, but I won't write about it here.

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"The Outskirts - Short Stories Vol. 1" https://andrewtherriaultshorts.blogspot.com/
"The Outskirts - Short Stories Vol. 2" https://andrewtherriaultshorts2.blogspot.com/

Sunday, February 2, 2020

#5 It Just Makes Sense

It just makes sense. It can build up, I guess. Mia's gone now for now. I was busy grinding, working hard for so long and then when I finished and the monkey hopped off my back I still had the same energy. Impatient and busy.


I had in mind that in this blog I'd write about the OG first book and also the new and improved first book. We'll see where my mind takes it but I've been distracted, been listening to music. Stopped that, started writing and now I'm feeling it.

I'm thinking of a time that stung when I was younger and the day-ones all left right at the wrong time. Homeboys, I'm talking about. It's too bad but it happened a while ago and it is what it is, whatever it is. Doesn't matter now of course. But see, I have this bad energy in me right now and I think it's better to let it out than to wait it out.

I'm thinking of a time when I threw a basketball at my Spanish teacher's breasts in school. Why I just thought of that right now, I'm not sure. But hell, I'm writing it down. And why I threw the basketball at her chest, I was trying to be funny. And it was. But of course I got a detention. "Vinny!" she said. "I will see you after class..."

Now, at last, the bad energy is gone and I still feel like burning sage. Reminiscing about funny memories, it can change any situation, bleak, bad, a drag, whatever it might be, into something better. Not that this situation was bleak or even bad at all. I've been through bleak situations, came out rugged and dapper. But this time around it sounded all right in my mind and I wanted to write it down. Still typing, don't know what else to say. To the good times, funny and great.

Still trying to get the negative link lowered one spot in search engine's search results. By this link to this blog, of course. Sooner the better. But really, it's not a big deal. It's like a pimple on your face. You of course don't want it there but most people could care less about it. And if they do care they're not worth it. I liked it, how to you it seemed like a big deal. Anyway I'll still try to get rid of it, the link. Long day, I can't think anymore.

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"The Outskirts - Short Stories Vol. 1" https://andrewtherriaultshorts.blogspot.com/
"The Outskirts - Short Stories Vol. 2" https://andrewtherriaultshorts2.blogspot.com/

Saturday, February 1, 2020

# 4 Not My Car!

Balls! My car shit the bed earlier this week and now I have to get a new one. I prayed to Jesus it wouldn't die when I was driving with Mia. Luckily it didn't and I got another day out of it before it landed in the garage and then went to a third party for parts. I was relieved with the way everything turned out. One of my plants is in need of a haircut. She's growing like weeds and she's never had a haircut in her 18-month life. Leaves look good, green, glossy, textured. I didn't know it's bad for bunnies to eat certain kinds of leaves. I learned that earlier today and well, you learn something new every day.


I once again wasn't sure what to write about in this post but something might be happening, not sure. But you see, my plant, she's in need of a haircut.

That's all for now. I still don't know what to think about these blogs. Don't know how long they'll go on for. I'm writing them so fast and putting little to no thought into what I'm saying. It could be dangerous, or it could be fabulous. Maybe they'll turn into stories and little anecdotes that I'd otherwise never write about. Maybe nonfiction, probably fiction. We'll see. Planning to start the next blog tomorrow. I have to get a car today.

Salute.

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"The Outskirts - Short Stories Vol. 1" https://andrewtherriaultshorts.blogspot.com/
"The Outskirts - Short Stories Vol. 2" https://andrewtherriaultshorts2.blogspot.com/

Friday, January 31, 2020

#3 Time and Memory

Time is strange. I'm thinking about a night less than a month ago and the time in between then and now feels much further apart than only thirty days and some minutes. Like it happened eons earlier in life. And then I remember a memory from a year ago and it feels like it happened yesterday. I'm beginning to think the further apart memories are from the present moment the closer they feel to time right now. It's almost like memories persist and time melts.


These posts, I think I'm doing them wrong. Each of these posts won't make a separate url and link in the search engine's results. It's the blog that shows up in results, I think. Each of these posts fall under the same blog so I need to make new blogs to get more links and urls. The negative link must shrink. I'll do at least five posts in this blog, at least five in another blog, and another, and keep going until I have a diverse oeuvre of blogs. Maybe. They could each be like an album, in a sense. Or the posts could turn into short stories. And after that I might come back to an earlier blog like this and add to it.

What the next blog will be called, I don't know. Nor do I know what the posts will look like or be about. Probably stories because I think they're better. But I have more to say in posts like these about the book and other people and topics too. Posts like these take little effort and not a lot of thought has to go into them. I just let my mind flow and my fingers stay busy typing trying to keep up with him. It's in a way a great mental workout. Many calories are burned when your mind is running fast and brain power is being used.

Keeping the post short with that.

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"The Outskirts - Short Stories Vol. 1" https://andrewtherriaultshorts.blogspot.com/
"The Outskirts - Short Stories Vol. 2" https://andrewtherriaultshorts2.blogspot.com/

#2 White Label and Glass Tables

I'm really just speaking my thoughts on these posts. Something pops into my mind and I make free associations based on whatever it was. But I'm trying to keep these posts from turning into sexy posts. We'll just have to wait and see how it goes. There's always a lot to talk about in posts like those but I'm not sure if that's the direction I want to go. No, no. What would it turn into?

I can hear Bandana P speaking and a few lines popped into my mind like telepathy. I heard it earlier this week and a minute ago it surfaced my cerebrum. R.I.P.


For now I'll have ordinary and maybe meaningful conversations with the machine on the page. After all I am ordinary, right? Wrong. I'll do my thing and write while the world slowly spins. I should be doing homework or studying for classesit's my final semester as long as I pass my classes—but I keep finding myself coming back to the typer. Last semester when I was writing the book I had classes full-time, worked almost full-time, and wrote more than full-time in the remaining time I had each day. Of course I made many sacrifices to finish the book before the deadline. I sometimes starved so I could write or edit continuously without having to take a break to make food. I wrote through the night, was spent in the morning. Yet somehow I did well in every class, passed them all with ease. 

That was all a great time. I was always busy, had something to do. But it's also very good to sometimes sit and do nothing, clear your mind for a minute or two. I've really gotten off topic with this post. It was in a way supposed to be a sexy post. Good and proper, you know. And then I ended up going on all these tangents but that's one of the great products of writing in a stream of consciousness style. Which is better though, I don't know. But careful what you say. Here I guess I don't really care. It's just a blog. The thing that twenty-four hours ago I would have brushed aside. 

I'm not sure how much more I'm going to write. It's Friday and I finally have a day off. Been a long time since I've had one of those. That's all. 

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"The Outskirts - Short Stories Vol. 1" https://andrewtherriaultshorts.blogspot.com/
"The Outskirts - Short Stories Vol. 2" https://andrewtherriaultshorts2.blogspot.com/

Thursday, January 30, 2020

#1 One Hundred Thousand




Not sure how I feel about having to write blog posts. It's not exactly that I have to but that I should. I've been against the idea for as long as I can remember, longer than I've been writing. I'm only twenty-two and my attitude can be rude. My take on it: if it's not at least upwards of 100,000 words it's not worth it. And that usually means it's going to be a book. But who knows my attitude might change, probably will. My first and only book, a redo, is 75,400 words rounded. All of this is great, yet here I am still writing a blog post. Today's agenda is to lower the negative link in the search engine's results page. What's the negative link, you might wonder. Well, it could be right in front of your eyes in as little as one click. It's a police beat article and of course my arrest is inside. It was stupid, not that boy's brightest moment, but I wrote a book about it after. And there's much more to it, to the story and the style, of course. What an eventful year that was. But in this blog post, and others to come, what should I write about? Well. I don't know. Fuck a duck!

King, wherever you're at, I still mean what I said. Going way back.

Anyway, in these I think I'll write about whatever pops into my mind, at least for now. I'm working on a new piece, a new book, and that's exactly how I'm going about writing it, with scenes and stories.

I had some RSO an hour and a half ago and now I'm lit. Pardon the randomness. I like to write in situations like this. But I'm getting to the point where nothing will make sense if I keep going so I'll leave it at that and resume for round two tomorrow.



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"The Outskirts - Short Stories Vol. 1" https://andrewtherriaultshorts.blogspot.com/
"The Outskirts - Short Stories Vol. 2" https://andrewtherriaultshorts2.blogspot.com/